Tiffany
It didn’t register at first, but as the movie played, I started noticing similarities between the plotline and what had happened to Cassidy. Did Kyle have a plan to seek revenge one day? Who knew? It wasn’t a subject I wished to discuss right then.
Cuddling closer to him and sliding my hand underneath his t-shirt seeking the warmth of his skin, I concentrated on his heartbeat rather than the movie. Kyle recited several lines of the movie, but I don’t think he realized it.
Gradually, our bodies melted into each other’s and before long Kyle’s curious hands wandered beneath my clothes to caress my curves. He kissed the top of my head every few minutes. I wanted him to kiss me like earlier tonight, though; when we’d been absorbed by it.
Wanting to take control, I turned around and faced him. Our eyes locked, and at first there was sadness, but after closing them for a moment, Kyle reopened his eyes to reveal a different emotion.
Lust.
Confident that we were in this together, I made it my goal right then and there to get whatever haunted Kyle off his mind.
Pulling his top over his head, I grazed my fingers along his colored skin trying to understand the meanings. His pierced nipple touched the palm of my hand, and Kyle began panting. The tension between us already working over time, it was impossible to miss his reaction. All over my skin felt alive, like the electricity of a hot and humid summer day. Shivers covered my body in waves. Adjusting my position, I straddled his legs, making it hard for him to move. This move, which worked most of the time, helped me claim control. Control had always been my thing. Leaning down to cover his lips with mine, I stopped a quarter of an inch away, to let the sexual tension build, to increase his need.
“Tiff,” he murmured, and I chortled in return.
Releasing him from the waiting, I began skimming the tip of my tongue over his lips with the intent to kiss him in the end. Except, I never made it there.
Pushed onto my back, on the opposite side of the couch, I was no longer in control while Kyle got rid of my top and bra. So much for winning the battle. Kyle’s body crushed mine, and the barbell in his nipple rubbed against my breast, tickling me. Lost in a tangle of arms and legs, we kissed until we could no longer hold our breath.
“K–Kyle,” I panted out, and stopped. He’d left me speechless for the moment.
Both of us rasping, he laid his head on my shoulder and tightened his arms around me. We stayed like that for a minute, catching up on oxygen, but then started right back into it, without wasting time on clothes. Well, the remaining clothes we still had on. Those were removed and thrown on the floor without a care.
Writhing together toward the peak of the action, we were working up a sweat and having the best sex we’d ever had together. The arm of the couch dug into my back with every thrust, while his fingers knotted in my hair, holding me.
Lost in the intense frenzy, I bit across his shoulders, leaving small marks on the skin. My whole body was at Kyle’s mercy for him to please, and by damn if he didn’t know me better than I knew myself. One hand held my back, pressing me so close to him I couldn’t tell if there was any place for air between us. The other hand, he used to play with my breasts and my hair, keeping me on the edge. My control had been lost long ago, and I didn’t care. My single concern was how long we would be able to deal with the overload of pleasuring sensations.
Slowing down his pace, Kyle caught my attention. I opened my eyes and tried focusing on him. His forehead was covered with droplets of sweat. Why is he is so damn adorable?
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
I nodded. “I think you did, but if you hadn’t, believe me, you’ve shown me.” I’d never felt more desired by a man.
“I did, huh?” he said with a mesmerizing smile which melted the guard around my heart.
Kyle got back to his rhythm, pushing me and playing with me until I fell over the edge a hot mess of lust and need. Holding his waist with my legs, I couldn’t control how strong my grip was that kept him in place while the shock washed over my body. Jolts of pleasure spread out from my sex as my fingers dug into his biceps, leaving more marks. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm before. I felt vulnerable but sated, to the point of wanting to fall asleep.
“Kyle... Jesus Christ.”
He didn’t hear me or even react to my words because he was now going through the same motions I had seconds before. Once I loosened my grip on him, his body collapsed on mine. Impossible to ignore how fantastical our lovemaking had been, I could hardly believe it—and it scared me.
How can something that good last forever? Every good thing in my life turned into a nightmare sooner or later. While I had no idea what to do or think, my body was exhausted, so I let myself relax. I needed to regain some energy.
Waking up in the middle of the night confused, I wondered where the hell I was. It took me a few seconds before realizing I was tucked in Kyle’s bed, nestled beside him. The sound of his breathing was close to my ear and his arm covered me, holding me around the waist.
I went into a panic.
Tomorrow, everything could be gone. Good things never lasted forever for me. If I ran now, before this got too perfect, it wouldn’t hurt as bad, not like it would later, when I lost it all. I hated doing this, but it was for the best. At least, I believed so.
Rolling out of bed, my clothes were nowhere to be seen. For several bittersweet minutes, I watched Kyle sleep, taking in the images of his peaceful face and naked body before leaving like a thief in the night.
Tiptoeing to the living room, I prayed he wouldn’t wake up. My clothes were there, where he had taken them off, and I pulled them on, a tear rolling down my cheek.
Is this really a good idea? I challenged myself. Yes, Tiff. Just go already.
Considering the night might have grown cold, I grabbed his hoodie and put it on, and then made my way outside hoping I wouldn’t regret my decision in the morning.
The city was asleep; there were no free cars or taxis around. I could have contacted an Uber driver, but to be honest, I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I wanted to be alone, so it left me no other choice but to walk home. Walking, walking, walking… it seemed all I did was walk around the neighborhood these days. Maybe it was time to consider getting a car. Being outside at this time, alone, I didn’t feel safe. Knowing running would get me home faster, I dug my feet into the pavement while agitated thoughts filled my head.
I could still be in Kyle’s bed if it weren’t for my trust issues, or issues with men in general. I laughed at myself. How stupid was I? I had been friends with Kyle for months; I should have known better.
An accelerating engine echoed off a building behind me, along with loud music. Distracted, I kept on running, ignoring everything and just wanting to get home where I could cry in peace. Tires screeching way too close behind me forced me to turn around.
It was way too dark.
Everything had turned black, and I was no longer running. My body had gone from exhausted, to numb.